When they had journeyed a few hours they came to a
 great piece of water.
 
“We can never get across this," said Hansel, “I see no
 stepping-stones and no bridge.”
 
“ And there is no boat either,” said Grethel; “ but here
 
 
comes a white duck ; if I ask her she will help us over.” So
  
she cried,
 “ Duck, duck, here we stand,
 Hansel and Grethel, on the land,
  
Stepping-stones and bridge we lack,
 Carry us over on your nice white back.”
  
And the duck came accordingly, and Hansel got upon her
 and told his sister to come too.
 
“ No,” answered Grethel, “that would be too hard upon
 the duck ; we can go separately, one after the other.”
 
And that was how it was managed, and after that they went
 on happily, until they came to the wood, and the way grew
 more and more familiar, till at last they saw in the distance
 their father’s house. Then they ran till they came up to it,
 rushed in at the door, and fell on their father’s neck. The
 man had not had a quiet hour since he left his children in the
 wood; but the wife was dead. And when Grethel opened
 her apron the pearls and precious stones were scattered all
 over the room, and Hansel took one handful after another out
 of his pocket. Then was all care at an end, and they lived
 in great joy together.
 
 
My story is done, ——— 1 —
 And look! round the house Sse: Bee
  
Chere runs a little Mouse, 58
 "he that can catch her before she scampers in, #
 May make himself avery very large fur-cap 8
 oul of her skin. §